Why are old farmers quiet? Some would say it’s because they are hard of hearing, and that would be true. But I think it’s more than that.
A lifetime of seasons: planting, growing, harvesting, dying. A lifetime of doing: Planning, trying, succeeding, failing. What is there to say? What is to be warned about when the failures made the man as much as the successes.
A humble farmer knows success comes not from him. Sun, water, soil, seed, collaborate to make the miracle he’s witnessed many times.
And who would say it isn’t a miracle? Seed, carried in bags, stuck into cold soil in the spring. Seed, hauled away in wagons in the fall.
A farmer’s work is faith in action; to believe in the miracle once again, and to act, by putting the seed into the soil.
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